Darlings of Darkness: A Vampire Anthology Part 35

"I know, but Jesse's right about these. For whatever reason, they don't seem scared of us." I sighed heavily, then whipped out my cell and dialed 911, again without success. "Still no signal," I said.

Knock-knock!

My heart jumped at the sudden tap on the door. I froze for a moment, then gripped the butcher knife in my hands tightly. Even though chills were running down my spine again, I started to sweat profusely. I was a nervous wreck. What if it's Jonathon, just playing games with us? What if it's someone who can help? Should we hide? I knew that might be risky, since our only hope for rescue might be on the other side of that door; then again, I also knew that opening the door might seal our fate for good.

Julie stared at me, her eyes wide. "Don't answer it," she whispered.

"I'll just peek out the window."

"No!" she whispered back.

I ignored her and crept to the front window, my hands shaking like a jumping bean on a trampoline.

Outside, Jesse was leaning against the door, and the wolves were circling him with exposed teeth, snarling and drooling.

"It's Jesse!" I shouted back to Julie.

Then, from out of the darkness, a tall shadow emerged. I gasped again when I made out his features.

"Jesse!" I shouted, but it was too late; before I could warn him, Jonathon had already grabbed him from behind.

Somehow, the injured Jesse broke his stronghold and lunged at him. The guy rammed his head and shoulders into him, but with a big push, Jesse threw the guy five feet. In a flash, the man grabbed Jesse, lifted him over his head, and threw him like a ragdoll. Jesse crashed straight into the door so viciously that the door flew off the hinges with a loud bang.

"Jesse!" I screamed. "Get in here!" I shouted.

"Can I come in?" he asked, a strange question that made me wonder if he'd hit his head a little too hard.

"Yes," I said. "Come in!"

He hobbled in, bleeding profusely. Droplets of blood stained the hard wood floor.

Jesse stood in the doorway, glaring at his attacker, who was seeing red and blind with rage. When Jonathon's sinister gaze swept over me, my heart began to thunder in my test. I didn't understand why he was just standing there like that, not trying to attack or push his way in, and there was a moment of silence as Julie and I looked at each other in complete shock.

"Let's go!" I screamed, pulling his arm.

"We're safe now," Jesse said.

"Maybe but for how long?" Julie retorted. She motioned us over, and we worked together to scoot a heavy china cabinet in front of the door. "You hit him, and he's disoriented, but as soon as he gets his head back in the game, he'll come in. All he has to do is take one step through the open doorway."

I snapped the shades shut on all the windows so crazy Jonathon couldn't see us.

"Trust me, he won't burst through our barricade," Jesse said calmly.

"You're kidding, right?" Julie asked, breathing heavily in quick, shallow heaves. "If we could move that cabinet, he most certainly can. We need to find a landline and call 911."

I gazed around for a phone but didn't see one. "While he's dazed and out of it, let's grab his gun," I suggested.

Jesse grabbed my hand. "No, don't. You step out that door, and you're dead."

Pushing the drapes aside, I glanced out the window.

The guy held up a lighter. "Don't think I can't burn you out!" he shouted.

I sucked in a deep breath. Please don't let him do that, I thought.

Then, he suddenly screamed as two of the snarling wolves bit into his flesh. He flailed with all his might, but the wolves just dug in harder.

"A madman is after us, and we're surrounded by hungry wild animals waiting to tear us to shreds. Can this night get any worse?" Julie said, then ran a hand through her wild blonde hair. "We have to leave. We can't just stay in here and wait for those things to make Kibbles and Bits outta us."

"I know," I said.

She looked out through the curtains. "He's gone!"

"Did they drag him off?" I asked.

"I don't know, but wolves are still circling," Julie said. "I don't think that he's our problem anymore."

"One down, one to go," I said. "Now all we have to do is get past the pack. If we do, we're home free."

A long, plaintive wail echoed through the air, followed by a chorus of defiant howls.

I looked at Jesse, who was bleeding profusely. "Let's get you to the bathroom and look for medical supplies."

He leaned against the wall for support and gasped. "I'll be fine. We have more important things to worry about."

"Fine my b.u.t.t. You need a doctor," I said, my voice wavering.

He winced in pain, and his blue eyes watered. "I promise I'll see one in the morning."

Julie looked at him and shook her head. "You mean if you live that long. You're sweating like a thief in church," she said, feeling his forehead. "Oh my gosh! You're burning up." She gripped my arm. "He has a fever of 110. We can't stay here. If we do, the news will be reporting a homicide tonight, one hot young guy with a bullet wound to the chest."

I felt Jesse's head and realized she was absolutely right. He was on fire. "It's not safe in here. That man could easily push through our makeshift barrier. We need to get outta here and lose him in the forest, and then we need to take Jesse to the ER."

"That's exactly what he wants," Jesse said. "Our best bet is to stay here until first light."

Julie peeked out the window. "The place is swarming with wolves. Maybe he's right. Let's stay here a few hours and see if the pack leaves."

I helped Jesse to the recliner.

He glanced up at me and could tell I was concerned. "It's our best bet. The wolves will move on soon."

Then a thought occurred to me: We need to secure the upstairs and make sure no one is in the house. We could leave nothing to chance. "h.e.l.lo?" I called up the stairs.

The stairs creaked as I walked up them. My nerves were on edge as we headed down the lonely hallway amidst the shadows that danced on the wall.

Julie pointed to the first bedroom. Holding my butcher knife, I flicked on the switch but didn't see anyone, much to my delight. As I continued to move carefully through the bedroom, I suddenly saw a figure. I freaked out and jumped, startled for a split second, until I realized it was my own reflection in the dresser mirror. My nerves were so on edge that every little thing was beyond frightening.

The room was pretty typical, with a bed, dresser, and other furnishings. We searched for weapons but couldn't find any. We checked the next two bedrooms, and they were also clear.

My labored breathing eased, though my lungs still burned and my head was pounding like a chorus line of stiletto-wearing hippos dancing on it.

Julie motioned me in the master bedroom. "Blue Eyes can rest in there," she said.

"Jesse, you should lie down," I said when we walked back downstairs to get him. "There's a nice bedroom upstairs so you can rest."

"I'm fine."

"No," Julie ordered, "you're not. You're gonna go up there and get in bed, and then we'll barricade the door and stay in there till morning."

His wound started to bleed again, and I gulped hard. I couldn't help but notice how pale and weak he looked. Jesse needed medical help, and I couldn't get it for him quick enough.

"You're bleeding," I said, wondering if he would live to see sunlight again.

Chapter 7.

I didn't know what to do. Jesse was dying right before my eyes. I knew we needed to get help, but I didn't know how to get past the snarling wolves. No one could hear us now because our cell phones had no signal out in the middle of nowhere, and there was no landline in the cabin. I touched Jesse's arm. "Please lie down."

"No. I have to keep you safe."

"You aren't going to be able to do that if you die on us," I said. "You just need a little rest."

When he didn't move, Julie chimed in, "She's right, Jesse. We need you to protect us, so how about you lie down for an hour or two and then you'll be more up to protecting us better. In the meantime, we promise not to get ourselves killed by rabid dogs or gun-wielding strangers. Deal?"

He smiled and nodded. "Can't argue with that," he said.

I smiled appreciatively at Julie and her ability to manipulate even the most strong-willed of people.

Jesse grunted as I helped him into bed and covered him with a blanket.

Julie found some towels in the bathroom and applied pressure to his wound. "Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be taking care of a gunshot victim," she said.

His eyes fluttered shut, and I gasped. "He pa.s.sed out," I said. "We can't just sit here and do nothing, no matter what he said," I said. "He's really sick and fading fast. If we're going to save him, we've gotta take a chance. You stay here. I'm gonna get us help."

"How are you going to get past the wolves?"

"I don't know, but I can't just stand here and let him die."

She took a deep breath. "I know."

I felt his forehead and was glad that his skin was cool and not as sweaty; the fever had subsided. "He feels better," I said.

"He's breathing better too," Julie added. "Maybe we should wait a little longer."

I nodded and peeked out the bedroom window, only to shudder when I saw the wolves still prowling around. "It's not like we have much choice." Feeling defeated, I sat down on the vinyl chair and propped my feet on the stool. I watched vigilantly out the window, waiting for the scraggly dogs to leave.

A couple of hazy, sleepy, silent hours later, when the first rays of light shone on my face, I looked out the window again. "Julie, they're gone!" I said.

"I'll go look out the front," she said.

I rushed over to Jesse. "Let me have a look at your wound," I said.

He pushed me away. "I said I'm fine. We don't have time to waste. Let's go."

"Are you sure you feel all right? Can you walk?"

"Meh, I'll live to tell the tale," he said.

I looked at him doubtfully, then helped him up so we could make our way down the stairs.

"It's all clear," Julie happily reported, opening the door.

Outside, I stared skeptically at the deceivingly calm forest around us. As if mocking our trepidation, the sun was shining brightly, and the birds were chirping happily. When I looked down, though, I saw pawprints everywhere. It was still hard to fathom that we'd been shot at, chased, and practically held prisoner in the cabin by a bunch of wolves.

Pushing some vegetation aside, I stepped into the woods. "C'mon, guys!"

As we hiked through the woods, continuously trying our cell phones, Jesse actually got a signal for about two minutes and managed to get in touch with one of his buddies, who offered to pick us up. Just as we reached the road, a blue car stopped and Jesse introduced us to his friend, Billy.

"We've gotta get Jesse to the hospital," I said. "He's been shot."

"What!? They're joking, right?" Billy said to Jesse.

"No. He really was shot," Julie said.

"Oh," Billy said.

I looked at him as if he was one Prozac away from a straightjacket. "Uh...that's the best place for gunshot victims," I said. "Now please just drive us there."

Jesse shot Billy a strange look, and he nodded. "Okay," he said, "but I'm dropping you two off first."

"Fine. Then take us to the police station," I said.

Julie grabbed my arm. "Are you crazy? I don't wanna get involved with the police. We're alive and breathing, so why bother?"

"If that guy is out there and survived the wolf attack, he needs to be stopped."

Billy arched an eyebrow at me as if I was the crazy one. "He's dangerous and probably whacked outta his mind on drugs and still armed. I wouldn't suggest you ratting him out. They'll let him go with a slap on the wrist, and then he'll come after you with a vengeance."

"I don't want to involve the police," Julie stated again, more sternly this time.